A pale yellow tent offered shelter from the blazing sun.
The color of this tent was the same as the color of the sand and was built beside a stretch of dunes. From a distance, it had certainly camouflaged into its surroundings.
In the tent, Di Hao looked at his busy mother and still could not believe that she was here!
"Come on, close your mouth. Don't stare at me as if you have never been exposed to the world before." Gu Xijiu knocked on her son's head with her fingers as she pulled out the last thorn on his body and wiped the sweat on his forehead from the painful experience.
Obviously, Gu Xijiu was very good at treating wounds. After pulling out the thorns and applying the appropriate medicine, the pain had greatly subsided.
